March 12, 2003 - 11:18 a.m.

where i/m at right now, studying in the science library hoping the books on the shelf with grant me the luck to pass my midterm this lovely afternoon. singing magnetic fields in my head and wondering when are they coming out with something new.. the song of my current life:

I don't want to get over you I guess I could take a sleeping pill and sleep at will and not have to go through what I go through I guess I should take Prozac, right, and just smile all night at somebody new Somebody not too bright but sweet and kind who would try to get you off my mind I could leave this agony behind which is just what I'd do if I wanted to but I don't want to get over you cause I don't want to get over love I could listen to my therapist, pretend you don't exist and not have to dream of what I dream of I could listen to all my friends and go out again and pretend it's enough or I could make a career of being blue I could dress in black and read Camus smoke clove cigarettes and drink vermouth like I was 17 that would be a scream but I don't want to get over you..